i can’t cope
beauty sleep is actually just a lie we invented to keep the ugly people asleep and away from us longer
ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
today was my last day at school :-(
